My roommate once asked me if we, as students of this most prestigious institution, did not have an innate duty to better the world. Our tiny double at the very end of a fifth floor walk up was often the sight of such late night tête-à-têtes (her being French and our beds being 12 inches apart, I thought this the appropriate phrase to use). In these intimate salons we spoke of art, politics, history, war, and family, but it was this most grandiose of topics that so eluded me. What of duty?
